When someone asks me how I feel, I say I\'m fine.
When they ask me if I\'m okay, I say yes.
But when do they ask me if I\'m lying?
When do people notice I\'m wearing a mask that cracks a little more everyday?
How do they do it- go through their lives without heartache and loss? How do they let out when they\'re feeling lonely and sad?
What do people do when they\'re a mess and have no one to turn to? They hide. I hide.
I walk the halls, and see people mingling, laughing, unaware.
Not that they need to know what I\'m going through. But what if one person did? What if that one person came along and said \"You\'re not okay.\"?
I\'d still say, \"I\'m fine.\" And carry on.